Chapter
8
Joey
walked through the streets of Paris, almost not believing she was actually
there. She thought about everything that she had to come through to be there,
not just her, but Pacey too; they had a lot to deal in the past, they would
still have to deal with lots of things in the future, but she was happy, her
life was finally on the right track. She wasn’t scared
anymore, she realized the importance of living each day not worrying so much,
but still giving the best credits to her past, to her friends, with whom she
had loved, hated, cried and laughed. She gazed the
She arrived
at the hotel exhausted; a little bit disappointed when she didn’t
find Pacey at their room. She found just a note on the bed. ‘Take
a shower, get dressed. It’s a surprise. Love, Pace.’ Then she noticed the dress on the armchair,
a long black dress, with spaghetti straps. She felt silly, how didn’t she suspect he was planning some romantic surprise
for Christmas? She got ready slowly, a warm feeling in her heart. At nine, she
was ready, and anxious. No signs of Pacey yet. She
heard a knock on the door.
“Mademoiselle
Potter? I have a message for you.”
She
opened the paper quickly, a smile spreading on her lips. Follow
the messenger, were the only words in the
well-known handwriting. She obeyed happily, a little bit stunned when she found
out they were heading to one of those expensive nuptial suites.
“It’s
here, Mademoiselle.”
Joey
entered the room, her face in pure shock when she saw what had claimed all Pacey’s
day. The large room was filled with flowers, a miracle in December, candle lights all over the place, dinner on a fancy table,
and a smiling Pacey on a tuxedo.
“What’s going on, Pace?” she pretended to be
annoyed.
“Well,
I wanted you to have a memorable Christmas, just that.” He leaned in to kiss
her. “ I missed you.”
“You
lied to me, you made me spend the day all alone” she
pouted.
“Wasn’t
it worth it?”
“A hundred percent worth.” She finally gave in, smiling and kissing him.
“Shall
we have dinner then, my lady?” He offered his arm to her.
They
ate in silence, staring at each other,
feeling comfortable just to be there, both trying to figure out what the other
was thinking, soft music playing .Suddenly he left his chair, standing in front
of her.
“I’ve
been meaning to ask you something all night, Potter...will you dance with me?”
She
smiled, letting herself settle in his arms, feeling his breath on her ear, his
hands on her back, on her arms.
“Why
does this seem so perfect?” his voice not more than a whisper
“I
guess it’s those dance lessons,” she smiled shyly.
They
swayed slowly to the rhythm of the music…the lyrics playing in her mind.
She
May be the face I can't forget
A trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day.
She
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell
She who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She may be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I'll remember till the day I die
She
May be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough and many years
Me I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is
She
When
the music stopped, Pacey stopped too, looked into her eyes, his voice shaking,
more a whisper.
“The
meaning of my life is you, Joey. Along time ago, I said you were the most
beautiful thing in my orbit, and I still believe this…I still believe you and
me are the only thing that ever made total and complete sense in my life, so,
what I’m trying to say, with all this rambling…” He kneeled down, taking a
small velvet box form his jacket. “Josephine Potter, will you marry me?”
Joey
looked at him in complete awe, tears in her eyes as she slowly took his hand
and made him get up.
“You
wouldn’t have to ask, Pace,” she was smiling through her tears.
He
slowly slipped the diamond ring on her finger, his eyes sparkling with happiness.
Pacey kissed her with love, a sweet kiss that could last forever.
“Did
you know?” he asked in a low voice.
“What?”
“This
was a dream come true?”
“For both of us, Pace. For both of us.”
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